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O faint and feeble-hearted,
Why thus cast down with fear?
Fresh aid shall be imparted;
Thy God unseen is near.
His eye can never slumber,
He marks thy cruel foes;
Observes their strength, their number,
And all thy weakness knows.
Though heavy clouds of sorrow
Make dark thy path to-day,
There may shine forth to-marrow
Once more a cheering ray.
Though doubts and griefs assailing
Conceal heaven’s fair abode;
Yet now faith’s power prevailing
Should stay thy mind on God.
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7 6 7 6
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ST. ALPHEGE
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7 6 7 6
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| # 69 | No key | | # 104 | F | | # 472 | F | | # 583 | F | | # 225 | F | | # 439 | G | | # 625 | G | | # 284 | G | | # 652 | G | | # 775 | G | | # 350 | G | | # 429 | G |
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